#really trying to get back into my writing groove & thinking about how far i've come since 2014 ..... It helps sjdbskndksndjdn

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 1st. "Pretty Little Present." Freddy Kruger X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

So back in 2020, I did this lovely little event called Kinky December, basically I wrote over 40k of fics for the month of December following along with a writing event another user in the slasher fandom posted. It was a super fun thing honestly and I was thinking, it's been three fucking years since that event. Why not, revist these fics I wrote and revamp and beef em up?! I know I've been very absent and thought this would be a fantastic way to try and get back into the groove. My intention is to update and improve upon these fics, length, more detail, change shit up a bit and have fun. My gift to you this holiday season is this, the constant commitment to better my craft and show how far I've come. Now let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.4K. (Old Length 1.7K) Warnings: Lingerie. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Knifeplay. Bloodplay. Glove Porn. Manhandling. Choking. Thigh Riding. Pet Names. Implied Established Hookups. Possessiveness. Domineering Attitude. Light Degradation. Freddy Just Being A Bastard As Always.

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You hadn’t discussed it previously, but to be perfectly fair, you never discussed much of anything while you were together. Freddy always had other plans in mind for your pretty little mouth other than talking, many a night he preferred to treat his ears to the sound of your muffled and wet gagging with his hand on the back of your head as opposed to petty conversation. 

When the idea first hit you initially brushed it off, no way, too ridiculous and yet the thought refused to leave, the musing wore you down until you find yourself in the mall full of shoppers eager to get their holiday splurging over with. You were in the mall picking up gifts for other people and when you walked by that particular store the idea hit once more, and you considered it. The idea didn’t leave you all afternoon and midway through you decided that yes, you would. You left it for last because you still felt almost silly for really choosing to commit to this. 

You’d shopped in here before but never for something like this, your previous purchases were for more every day use, out of necessity and this was much more frivolous. Fingers linger as you search through racks and open drawers, trying to find just the right combination to, no pun intended, set him on fire. When you did find it, you were fucking giddy about it. 

Dear God, it was positively perfect. He would love it, Hell, you loved it too, you knew down to your bones that you would feel confident and sexy in it and as you were checking out you wondered why you never thought of doing this sooner.

You knew he was going to see you tonight. He never talked to you directly and told you when, but he had a little pattern, you had figured out with decent accuracy the nights he would pay you a visit. It had been a few days, there was no doubt in your mind that he would be anything but hungry and would seek you out.

It did look good. You looked good. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wanted to laugh at the effect he’d had on you, turning and admiring your own ass with a thought of, “Like a dream come true.” His cheesy puns and terrible jokes have rubbed off on you more than you liked to admit out loud.

Silky and sheer stockings creeping up your legs, thigh high of course, the tops of them lacy, intricate patterns you traced absentmindedly with your fingertips as your eyes continued to rove over yourself. The garter belt holding said stockings up was cinched at your waist, the panties were so barely there you seriously wondered if they even qualified as such. The bustier corset style top was to die for, what it did to your tits alone made the price seem worth it. And of course it all matched perfectly, red and lacy fit the season and his tastes perfectly, I mean you’d be a fool not to get the whole set, really. It left very little to the imagination, and you were certain he’d enjoy it.

Was the robe entirely unnecessary? Yes. Did it hang off of your frame beautifully and elevate the whole look? Naturally. Besides, it was a gift, and you normally never brought yourself this kinda thing, it was the holidays, and you’d been very fucking generous to all the people you care about, why not be a bit generous to yourself too? You deserved to feel this good about yourself. 

You climbed into bed that night wrapped in soft and smooth clingy fabrics that accentuated your assets, a pretty little present, all for him. 

Falling asleep was a challenge, simply due to the excitement you felt to see his reaction to your present for him. When you did fall asleep it took awhile for you to notice, which wasn’t unusual, becoming aware of the shift was hard, it was almost always muddy, until you heard him, that made you come to your senses real quick.

“There you are, kitten, took you a minute to get here, tonig-oh.”

You couldn’t hide your smile, you wanted to turn to face him, but there was no need, he was already on you.

His presence could be felt over your shoulder, your back nearly on his chest, you could feel the heat that radiated off of him. You felt his non-gloved hand on your shoulder, it started there and dragged up slowly, the back of his knuckles coming over the side of your throat and up over your cheek. His fingers hook, and he pulls some of your hair aside, exposing more of your throat to him, he leaned in closer and whispered in your ear, “What’s all this, hmm?”

What happened to all of that confidence of yours? It always seemed to dry up relatively quickly around him. Suppressing a shiver, you instead ground yourself but lacing your fingers together in front of yourself, responding simply with, “A gift.” 

You felt his lips brush the shell of your ear as his head pitched forward slightly, he let out this terrible low laugh that made your skin prickle in a way that made you want to squirm. Next you felt the tips of the blades on his glove brush your hip, even through the sheer material of your robe the steel felt terribly cold, then again the robe was there for how it looked, not for any warmth it could provide.

“For me?” 

His question was met with a simple nod in response from you. 

That glove of his moved higher, the clink of metal on metal had started to condition you, hearing it would make you want to press your thighs together and would begin the slow drip of arousal. He pulled some of the material as he went, the soft fabric felt so good sliding against your skin, that small twinge of fear when his glove was on you was present was also welcome, it isn’t a hindrance, instead it adds to the feeling and experience. 

“You shouldn’t have.” He hums.

Fucking Christ, that voice of his affected you on the best of days, but when it was right in your ear? It made the current problem of your ever increasingly wet underwear infinitely worse for you. It was far too early for you to be having this much trouble, but he was just on you aggressively, you had no time to adjust like you usually did, he left you no personal space. The second he saw you tonight, his hands were on you. Yet you made yourself press onward, made yourself speak, and tried to hide how turned on you were already becoming.

“I wanted to.”

That pulled another laugh from him, and to be fair it was funny. The very idea of you spending hard-earned money on a gift for him, money that you could have spent on friends or family, or on yourself in a better way, you spent instead on fancy lingerie to wear for your murderous dream demon fuck buddy. 

The fact that you meant it? That you had wanted to get him something? Hilarious.

The fact that you were actually hoping to impress him, please him? That was downright hysterical.

He sounded pleased as punch as he responded, thoroughly amused and still groping at your body. “My, my what a remarkable little slut you are. And here I didn’t get you anything.”

Him speaking pulled you from your thoughts, non-gloved hand on your throat from behind, glove on your waist, and he manhandled you, turning you around, looking you up and down. It was far too quiet right now, you wanted to squirm from how intensely he was looking at you, wanting to shift your weight from one foot to the other. 

You broke the silence first, desperate to fill the space, to distract yourself from how he looked at you, “I didn’t tell you I was doing this, it’s fine, you didn’t get me something.”

Eyes flicked up, and his gaze met yours, a lecherous grin breaking out on his face, leaning closer as he teases, “All the more reason. I didn’t have to ask, and you did all this.”

He clearly appreciated your effort, that was made all the more obvious as his hands pushed open your robe. More exposed flesh on display he took the opportunity and one of the blades of his glove dragged over that strip of exposed skin between the lace edge of the bottom of your bustier and the top of your garter belt. You weren’t sure whether to lean in or pull away, the touch was featherlight, and it didn’t break the skin, but fuck, you wanted him to.

You wanted him to do what he did best, overwhelm you in every single way possible, pleasure and pain, doesn’t matter, you wanted it all. 

You let him touch you. In whatever way he wished to, and you enjoyed it as always. Fingertips dragging over any exposed skin, pulling on straps and feeling the lace roughly, dipping in occasionally, teasing you with the threat of more. 

What was his goal, agony or ecstasy? Always hard to tell with him, it could be either, or more usually, both, and you wouldn’t have minded whatever he provided. Your eyes had fallen closed, and you were simply enjoying feeling, and then you felt the drag of that blade over your thigh, and it drew a shuddering breath from you, the first cut of the night always was special, this one hurt, burned in a particularly delicious way.

It took a moment for you to realize, you felt the warmth and wetness soaking into your stocking, your eyes flying back open, gaze falling down and there it was. A hole in the red sheer material, matching the one in your skin. He cut you again as you watched, harsh inhale through your teeth, blood blooming, darker red staining the more candy apple colour of your lingerie and fuck you loved that sight almost as much as he did, something that changed in you definitely because of him.

He didn’t stop there. “You look like you want to say something.”

A singular blade dragged up and hooked into one of the straps of your garter belt, a pause, he looked up into your eyes, and you looked back. He moved again without breaking eye contact, he cut and severed the thin red strap that helped hold your stocking up in two. From that small motion you let out a quiet sound of protest and looked down, hand finding the split strap and feeling it, examining it with a small frown, he didn’t stop. Dragging the blades back up, thin lines cut again, splitting apart the delicate sheer material and lace as he went.

You did want to say something. You spent good money on this, and he was ruining it, you hadn’t even had it for a full day, and it was decently expensive, yet here was he was shredding it without a single fucking care, but you knew better than to talk back to him most nights.

The next motion was quick, a sharp upward jerk of his hand and he made another cut, bigger, much bigger, nearly splitting the top in two, nicking you in the process. When one of those blades hooked into one of the straps on your shoulder you finally spoke up, unable to be silent any longer, what you said next might have been meaner than necessary. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Freddy!?”

And then you were pushed into the nearby wall, back hitting the concrete so hard the wind is knocked out of you, his non-gloved hand on your throat, holding you in place firmly. His leg slots in between yours, and he leans in, closer than he has been all night. 

"This is my present, isn't it?"

You struggled and when you did it put more pressure on your still clothed pussy, you were so wet you were sure you’d leave a stain on his pants, yet he pressed harder. He always made it so hard to think, and you choked out pathetically, "Ah, wha-what?"

He made you grind on him, his hand tightened on your throat, and he made sure you repeated the motion, dragging your almost exposed slit over him once more, and it made you moan. Fuck, you hadn't realized how excited you had gotten, just being around him had gotten to you terribly, you should have known better to be honest. Those blades had an awful habit of making you drip as soon as they touched you. He spoke again, so harshly as if you were an idiot, "You…”

The look he gave you was pointed, your brows furrow, your clit throbs and your hole leaks. He repeats himself before continuing his thought, slowly, “You are MY gift, aren't you?”

Fuck, that got to you too, the extra hard grind he forced you to do on the last word made it worse still. When he talked about owning you, flexing that more possessive side of himself, it made you weak. You nodded once, swallowing, he was holding you so tightly, breathing was a challenge, and you grit out the only reasonable, logical and true answer, "Ye-yes I am."

That damn smirk, he loosened his grip slightly, his thumb stroked over your skin, and he said oh so mockingly, "Then why are you-” He points to you with his sharp gloved pointer finger, close enough you are almost worried he’d run you through between your ribs,“-giving me-” he pointed back to himself before saying, “-shit about how I'm choosing to unwrap MY present?”

And he sliced through that strap on your shoulder, nicking you in the process again, deeper than before, you groaned. 

His glove came up, and he licked the spilled blood from the blade, staring you down. You knew you couldn't fight him. This was his gift and he could do with it as he pleased, do with you as he pleased.

You conceded.

"I'm sorry. You're right Freddy." That got a laugh out of him as he hooked another blade in the remaining strap on your other shoulder and made you grind on his thigh once more, drawing another broken moan from you.

"Naturally." He was always right, wasn't he?

[kolsmikaelson]

hey guys!! it's been a long few months that i've been gone (i can’t remember when exactly i started being inactive but that’s not the point) and i've been missing this hellsite so much in the time that i’ve been gone. there wasn’t ever really a reason for me going ia all of the sudden but what i do know is that my mental state definitely needed a longer break from here, and while i'm still not in the best place mentally i still wanted to hop back on here and give a bit of an update on my life and my blog and try to be a bit more active like i used to be.

writing and the future of this blog —

as i mentioned before, i haven't been in the best mental state lately but i’ve decided i want to try and come back here and start writing again! i love writing and i think getting back into it and getting into the groove of things here would help me out some. now with that being said, i’ll be going through who i write for and updating things, unfortunately this also means a new taglist most likely but if you’d rather i have a writing sideblog where i reblog all of my fics so if that’s more your thing go ahead and follow it @rodrickhefley !! i’ll still be writing for and posting about hockey so don’t worry about that, but i also want to try writing for other things (such as ted lasso, star wars, scream, avatar, hotd, etc.)  i have a few things up my sleeve at the moment but none are quite ready to see the light of day unfortunately. i’m hoping to gain some new, active mutuals from this as well :). i’m gonna be trying out some different formats for my fics so when there’s inconsistencies please ignore that! i’ll also be doing some social media aus / insta posts again!! with all of this being said, i've decided to either post all of the requests that are currently sitting in my inbox so that another writer can take over and write it or delete them all. i may or may not keep a few depending on if i feel inspired by them or not but we’ll see what i decide:) (poll maybe??)

personal life — 

my life has been an absolute rollercoaster of events since about mid april i’d say? ever since then i’ve been so incredibly busy and haven’t had a moment of peace honestly but now that i’ve got more time i’m back!!! i turned eighteen back in july, woohoo!! so i’ve been trying to figure out how to navigate life as a real adult now. it’s been going somewhat okay, i’m not in college at the moment (won’t dive too deep into this bc it’s so scary but i’ll have plenty of time to write fics so ;) ). part of my absence here was caused by the fact that i started getting really active on twitter, where i went through so much shit but also made a pretty good friend group!! a few days back i took a trip and saw arctic monkeys in concert (i had tickets for over a year and it was well worth it) . it was such a fantastic show!!! i’ve not got much of an update other than that so if you enjoyed my rambling and made it this far thank you sm. i’ve missed it here <3. 

also, not sure when this happened but thank you all sm for 1.8k followers?? that’s so crazy to me but it means so much <33

since i'm not sure which of my moots are active anymore i’ll just tag who i can think of off the top of my head — @ilyasorokinn @2manytabsopen @ang3lik @angryblondechick @boqvistsbabe @timstuetzle @lavenderacademia @conniesanchor @stfukie @sunshinefarabees @hockstuff @typical-simplelove @dmonchld + i know i'm probably missing so many people but it's been so long i don't remember everybodys usernames anymore

[inkforhumanhands]

For the "Yet another writing ask" game, #3, 10, and 33? <3

3. How would you describe your writing style?

I think I concern myself a bit more than the average person with making sure (or trying to) that what I write Sounds Good when read out loud. Which probably comes from my background in poetry combined with the fact that during my writing process I read back what I have out loud over and over both to get myself into the groove and to make sure it's how I want it. I also use a fair bit of metaphor! Other than that I'm not sure! 😂 Though I guess I also like to be a bit silly? I've written a good amount of humor at this point.

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Mutual pining, hurt/comfort, and semi-recently I've been realizing how many great fics contain some form of fake dating so I suppose I will switch things up a bit and include that one as my third!

12. If you write in more than one language, what's the difference?

As far as fic goes I've only written 2 in Japanese and both were for the same manga fandom (and they're both ficlets!), so I can't confidently say this would apply to any fic I'd write in Japanese, but reading them back over one of the things that strikes me with both is I have a higher percentage of dialogue over narration compared to my English fics. Also, this is truer of one of the fics more than the other but with Japanese I feel a lot freer to just kind of like... let things float? Like one of them is basically just a short conversation between 2 people but between the lines of dialogue you get the POV character's thoughts about what's just been said, which I think just feels a lot more natural in Japanese versus the same thing in English. I tried translating that one to English here but it doesn't come across the same at all, sadly lol. The dialogue also sounds so much better in Japanese it makes me cry lmao. Because the source material is manga there's a heavier focus on dialogue and it's much easier to make the characters sound like themselves in the actual language. As for the other fic, I'm also noticing that while technically it has a POV character the perspective seems a bit more objective(?) than my usual brand.

This question really made me think!

33. Give your writing a compliment.

Earlier I touched on the fact that a lot of my writing is pretty silly, and I've reread some stuff recently so I guess I'll say that some of my funny lines are bangers actually. There's one I like that's something like this: "It was the kind of miracle God preferred: one where Matt put in most of the work."

Oh I forgot to add that #12 was from an extra ask that came right after this one lol so I just smooshed them.

[staceymcgillicuddy]

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Thank you, friend!

��� What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Not in this fandom! But years ago I did a fic in the style of one of those old whimsical children's novels--think Chronicles of Narnia, or something like that--and it was almost saccharine sweet, but so fun to write.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Both. With something like Soul, I have a loose idea of where I'm going, and where I want things to end up, but I don't lock myself down so tightly that there's no room for interpretation or switching things up. For example, the whole uh... thing that happened in the last line of the latest chapter was actually supposed to happen in the Calexico chapter when Eddie's pinning her skirt, but it felt too soon when I was writing it, so I made the decision to cut it and move it later. And, in the original version, Eddie was going to ask if he could, but that didn't feel right, either. I wanted Chrissy to have her own agency, and to make an active choice to do the thing.

Likewise, there are other moments coming up where I think I know what's going to happen, including how I want the ending to play out, but I try not to let the structure in my head dictate my choices in the moment, if that makes sense.

This whimsy holds less true when I'm writing actual books--holding them to around ~80k is important from a cost perspective (editing is by the word, printing costs more, etc.), so I tend to have stricter outlines, and more worked out in advance. It's one of the reasons I love writing fic--I'm not bound to those guidelines, and I can have more of a loosey-goosey approach to things, while still knowing the bones of the story I'm telling.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Good question! I can usually churn out 1.5-2k words a day. Sometimes more, if I hit my stride and I'm really in the groove (today was one of those days, actually, and I crushed about 3,500 words, mostly on a one-shot). However, I also have days where I'm struggling to even get to 1k. Generally, though, it takes me 3-4 days to write the first draft of a chapter. Then, I let it marinate for a couple weeks so by the time I get back to it, I've written more of the story and I can correct things, or drop in foreshadowing, or whatever needs to be done.

My editing tends to be faster than my writing, and weirdly I just sort of... rewrite the draft when I edit? I used to try and go in and fix individual words or lines, but that just slowed me down. It's easier if I just sort of... re-type and fix as I go? Which is mostly because I type about 120wpm and so it's quicker for me to do that than to hunt and peck with a mouse.

Anyway, yeah, the edit happens over the course of a day or two, then I run it through Grammarly and ProWritingAid to check for major errors (protip: those services are excellent TOOLS but dear GOD do not take their advice on style 98% of the time. They will strip out your voice like Ursula the sea witch, baby.) Then, I run it past my beta to make sure I haven't done anything stupid, and then I post.

So, long answer to say that like... in terms of total time spent, maybe 8-10 hours per chapter, soup to nuts?

These were super fun! Thank you!!!

[revvethasmythh]

fic ask game! 4,9, 58, 68.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

so many places, tbh. anything anywhere could be inspiration for a story if it hits you at the right moment. which is a vague answer, but is very true nonetheless. "story idea potential" is a lens you can just experience the world through. if you're on the lookout for inspiration, often it will find you!

i am also well known for coming up with story ideas based on dreams. not really fics, but the VAST majority of original fiction i've written started as some insane, narratively-driven dream that i've adapted into an understandable story.

9. Do you comment on stories you read?

of course! i mean, i don't read a lot of fic, and if i don't like something i just...won't, obviously, but i do always try to leave a comment on anything i really like. i consider it common courtesy, and also more personally satisfying than just dropping a kudos

57. (noted from your other ask correcting the number!) Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

depends on how long it's taking me to finish a piece. if i can bang a whole fic out in one day, i won't edit as i'm going. i'll do, like, one pass through at the end and then just post it. if it's taking me multiple days to get through something, i end up rereading most of the fic every time i start working on it again so i can get back in the groove, and that's the only time i'll edit as I go, i'll edit those sections i keep rereading before putting any new words down. this is largely a procrastination tactic, though, and not because i enjoy editing as i go. i don't. i just want to continue it even less than i want to edit it due to (here's an ongoing theme) my crippling fear of failure. (i.e. "i really like what i have written so far and i am afraid whatever i add to it is going to be Bad, comparatively." this is the thing that stops me from getting stuff done, most often).

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

If i'm struggling to get inspiration, sometimes i just look up cheesy quotes about writing tbh. fires me up. gets the engines revving again. it's surprisingly effective in getting me inspired. if i need to get inspired, like, as in to come up with a story idea sometimes i look through prompts online, but i don't find that super effective. one time i had a friend throw prompts at me when i couldn't think of a plot for a fic about a ship i liked and THAT worked (that fic ended up being my first laudmoore story wonderstruck, which was like. shockingly well-received. tbh all my laudmoore fics were super well-received, 4/6 of them have 100+ kudos, like that's crazy considering how small the ship is). tangent over, but actually the prompts from my friend thing worked so well i've considered taking prompts from my tumblr followers when i'm struggling, but i chickened out before actually asking for prompts. you never know though, might do it some day in the future

Ask me a fic writing question!

[disengaged]

20 questions for fic writers, tagged by @ao3userglitchesaintshit !! 💘💘💘 ....

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

on my profile right now, 61 :-) in total (orphaned & anonymous), somewhere between 75-80

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

356,059 😳

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

oh, god sjfksndks .... my ao3 profile says 26, i'm not gonna list em all cuz i'm not active in 90% of those anymore but uh. i started out with 2010s metalcore/emo trinity/pop punk shit, branched out into hard rock and industrial, now i'm doing thrash metal ... yeah

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

let me fix your overdrive - 188

is anybody waiting (at home for you?) - 188

you've become my kingdom come - 179

cryptosporidium - 170

take 54 - 162

..... this is embarrassing bc half of these were written when i was 14-15 and are thus REALLY bad 🤧 the zeppelin ones can stay though

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try my best to respond to every single one !!!!!! sometimes it just .... takes me a long time :'-) comments & feedback are fuel for me, i want to make sure they're acknowledged

6. what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i write a lot of angsty shit tbh, but i think the winner's gotta be leave my body (leave my bones) ... clearly wrote it when i was 13 and going through an "i love character death" phase

7. what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

yknow .... even out of all the tooth-rotting fluff i've written over the years, i think the ending that makes me the happiest is four hundred bones. it's kind of a long-winded story about Things Falling Apart, but i feel like that makes the ending feel all the more hopeful

8. do you write crossovers? if so, what's the craziest thing you've written?

i don't really write crossovers, but i do write a lot of multiband fic :-)

9. have you received hate on a fic?

not really, no! i don't think i write that much controversial stuff, & the fandoms i'm active in don't have much gatekeeping/purity complex/pairing discourse shit going on. however, one time i did receive a really snippy, passive-aggressive comment on a dumb smut oneshot and i still think about it daily

10. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i do, yeah! most of it is slash, and most of it includes some vague sort of d/s dynamic. (what can i say, i'm predictable...)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i had one plagiarized, yeah :-/ & over the years, people have given me a heads up that my fics have ended up on wattpad (and that stupid fucking "ao3 pocket reader" app) without my permission, but i don't even know how to navigate wattpad, let alone submit a complaint abt it lmao

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah! a few actually, all in Russian:

quicksand jesus translated by ffffftdaaa

inches on me translated by saderaladon

leave a scar translated by saderaladon

and Erbrou did translations of alone/sublime and keep on haunting, but sadly those links are broken, or they've since been removed from ficbook, idk

13. have you ever co-written a fic?

yep! ShadesinBlue and i co-wrote the patience series a little while back and it was a lot of fun :-) we planned it all out, then took turns writing the parts (& wrote some of them together). i'd love to try something like that again sometime .... but i struggle with productivity/being busy all the time, so we'll see :'-)

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

i'm not really invested in specific ships tbh, i like switching between pairings & exploring different dynamics

15. what's a WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

looking down the cross my beloved ...... also my kirk/dave prison fic, which is 3/4 done and has been since last year :-/ i'm not giving up on either yet, but the outlook is .... pretty bleak ngl

16. what are your writing strengths?

????idk. my spelling & grammar is legible

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i hate penning long descriptive passages, i write very, very sporadically, and i have a tendency to ditch WIPs whenever i lose interest for 5 minutes

18. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't ? depends on the context .............. the met discord has a running joke about an AU where everything is the same except jason only speaks in french, & i desperately, DESPERATELY want to see it written lmao

19. what was the first fandom you wrote for?

fucking BBC Sherlock, jesus christ ... it was a hunger games au too LMAOO. reading it makes me giggle, for some reason i was 12 years old & writing about gunshots to the head. r/iamverybadass

20. what's your favourite fic you've ever written?

tough call, cuz every time i reread one of my own fics i'm just like ..... wow! this sucks! it's all terrible! i'm an incompetent fraud! :'-)

that said, i think my favs are usually the ones with a lot of myself put into them ... if i had to pick, right now i'm really connecting with four hundred bones again, & fratboy/stonerverse is another one i reliably enjoy thinking abt :-)

tagging @mondsterne-kuesst @not-a-human-perspective @maggotbrainz @metallicasbian cuz idk who else !! only if u want, & if anyone else wants to do it, feel free to say i tagged u 💘

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[softxsuki]

Hi I’m really sorry to bother you but can I please request an URGENT Request? If possible can you please do a Platonic Levi x GN! Scout Reader ? Maybe Levi just comforting the reader while the reader’s having a panic attack? (I recently had a panic attack cause of my manipulative father trying to get back in contact with me because he’s using me for money and I just moved in with my mum after waiting patiently for 18 years to move in) I’m sorry for bothering you it’s just Levi’s a huge comfort character for me and your writing is really good anyways have an amazing day

Levi Helping Reader Through Their Panic Attack

Pairing: Platonic Levi x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of panic attack (heavy breathing), blood

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you fall during training and have a panic attack because of things going on in your life, so Levi dismisses training and takes you to his office where he attempts to help you out.

[A/N: Hello, Happy New Year. It's my first post this year, and honestly the first Oneshot I've written in a while, so sorry if it's kinda bad. Gotta get back into the writing groove. I hope this helps you out though anon <3. I don't imagine Levi to be super helpful during emotional moments like these, but I think his presence would just be very calming since he always acts like he has everything in control. Hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry to hear that you're going through all that. Everything will work out in the end! ]

You tumbled to the ground breathing heavily, your ODM blades flying off in front of you from the impact. It was training time and Captain Levi was in charge; your usual composure was cracked thanks to everything you’ve been going through in your own life. Things were getting a little too difficult to handle alone. Days of putting up a facade and you were finally at your limit.

“Oi, what’s wrong?” Levi lands beside you after your tumble, “You’re a mess.”

Your arms were scraped up from the rough landing, blood dripping from the fresh wounds, but all you could focus on was your thoughts. Your breathing gets deeper as you struggle to have any air reach your lungs.

“We’ll continue tomorrow, everyone, go home,” he dismisses the curious glances of your fellow scouts who were now surrounding you; no one would disobey an order from their Captain, so they scurry off as quickly as they had arrived at the sound of you falling.

“Come,” he orders you, heaving you off the ground and helping you back to his office that wasn’t too far away.

You couldn’t feel his supportive hands around you as he guided you back to his office; you couldn’t even feel the pain of the new scrapes on your arms from your fall as they continued to bleed, getting all over Levi.

He kicks the door closed behind you and places you in a seat by his desk, “Take it easy, Y/N.”

His usual stoic expression is present, but his eyes soften just a little at the condition you were in. He wasn’t used to seeing you this way, you were one of his best soldiers–one of the top scouts that he was training. He’s really at a loss for words, not knowing how to get you to calm down and breathe smoothly again.

Maybe it’s the way he handles every situation calmly, including the one you were currently in, but you could feel the panic in your chest lessen, just being in his office. You were becoming more aware of your surroundings, allowing the patter of Levi’s footsteps to flow through your ears, needing something else to focus on instead of your chaotic life. 

Wordlessly, Levi moves to make some tea for you, coming back by your side while the tea steeps, to clean your wounds. 

“You ready to talk now? What was that all about?” He asks a bit more gently now that it was just the two of you. 

You clear your throat a bit, not wanting to look even more weak than you probably already looked in front of your Captain, but you couldn't get through your panic attack just like that. It would take a little time.

“Just life. I’m going through some things right now and I guess it just piled up on me all at once. Sorry for messing up practice today…”

Levi sighs, “I’m not upset that practice was interrupted…What if this hadn’t been practice, but the real deal? As soon as you get distracted, you become a Titan’s next meal. When you’re out there, you need to be in it 100% or not at all,” he commands, finishing up with tending to your wounds, “So when stuff is distracting you, you reach out so someone can try and help. Got it?”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry.” You were beyond embarrassed, you never meant to disappoint your Captain, someone you looked up to greatly.

“Oi, stop that,” Levi’s voice brings you out of your head, knowing exactly what you were thinking, “It’s only natural to feel that way sometimes.”

He stands up and ruffles your hair before bringing the tea over and pouring some for you, “Drink.”

You do as he says, taking a sip of the hot tea, allowing the warmth to flow down your throat, humming contently at the taste and comfort you got from the small cup of warm water.

You swear you almost catch Levi smiling a little from the corner of your eye, but as soon as you look towards him, his focus is on the tea in his hands, his lips set in a firm line. 

“Take a break tomorrow, you’ve earned it.”

“But I-”

“Just do what I say, please.”

“Fine,” you sigh, making Levi glance at you with a raised eyebrow, “...Captain.”

Levi always held himself an arms length away from people, knowing how easy it was to make friends and lose them in an instant. He hated losing the people he cared so deeply for, so he never expected to care about one of his scouts so much. You were like his friend, someone he wouldn’t want to see get hurt. He knew he wasn’t the easiest person to approach, especially since he was your Captain and you were just a soldier. Perhaps it wasn’t appropriate for him to say you could always come to him for help, hence why he didn’t say it verbally.

Regardless though, he was glad he was there for you at that moment. He didn’t do much, but just having someone who you thought didn’t care, come to your aid and lend a helping hand when you really needed it, felt nice. The panic was still there of course, but you found yourself relaxing into Levi’s office chair, enjoying quiet time with your Captain. 

Maybe he wasn’t as tough as he made himself seem all the time. He was a pretty thoughtful person. You were thankful for having him give you the next day off, you really need some time to just come to terms with your situation and hopefully find a solution to get through it. 

The rest of your time in his office was generally quiet as Levi moved to his desk to work through some paperwork and future plans and formations for your ventures outside of the walls. Just being in his company though was keeping you calm, so you decided to stick around for a little long. Levi didn’t seem to mind–he could use a little company himself. He’d never admit that though.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 1/3/2023

[creation-help]

so i have a problem….

for a long time i’ve been able to create characters out of pretty much nothing, from a picture or a simple reading alone. of course, i don’t go any further than setting up their physical appearance and completely forgetting about them in just a few hours, but the rare times i don’t forget about them, i try to make an entire character out them and make them feel real.

so far i’ve been able to do this with one character that i’ve been working on and building her up for years and she’s technically my only oc, but everytime i start to come up with a new character from this new place and these new things that aren’t related to her or her story, i’m afraid that they as a character is not going to be as fleshed out or as interesting as she is. i don’t have any backstory ideas for any other characters and i don’t hers to outshine everyone else’s.

can i fix this? if so, how?

thank you

While I can't exactly pinpoint what might be the core issue I can see what you're struggling with and I do have advice for it. And I'm sorry if this response comes too late but I figure this is something many artists can struggle with.

If I've understood correctly it's not due to a lack of inspiration, yes? Since you said you've been able to make ocs out of very small prompts or ideas (if the issue is lack of inspiration though, my biggest piece of advice is to simply seek out more, and new inspiration! The mind can stagnate and freshening up helps. Get new medias and look into what inspires others, get new life experiences and possibly dip your toes into other hobbies? It doesn't have to be major, anything to shake it up in there!)

Seems to have to do with attachment, generally speaking. While there's nothing wrong with wanting to focus on just one story/character, it'll become sucky if you, well don't want that. From my perspective, I think you just need to give new characters time to grow into themselves. I know that may sound odd but I'll elaborate. Sometimes when you make a new character you'll fall in love with them immediately and run off to do shenanigans with them. Sometimes, you make a character and, they just exist now. You may dislike something about them or be unsatisfied with them, or just not..~Feel~ for them, ykno? Or maybe none of those things apply. Maybe the character is just fine. So my first piece of advice is to let them grow. I recommend specifically taking a moment, or few, to focus on this new character Only. It may be hard but I do really recommend it. It can be just short moments like drawing them once, or a few times more, or listening to music and trying to pick out songs you think would vibe with this character, and really get imagining, ykno? At these beginning stages you can really have many "Ooh what if-" moments in developing a character! It's fun! Just find your preferred way of Getting Into™ a character

If you can't bring yourself to give them the spotlight now, worry not. Let them exist for a bit, but make sure that you have them somewhere you won't forget! Maybe write a synopsis of them somewhere or draw them, whatever helps. And let them simmer. You can totally come back to a character later to add more to them, or even revamp them completely! They are dough at your hands. Some dough needs more kneading and some needs to rest and rise, you feel? I actually had a story that took at least one year of existing for me to really get cozy and up close with it. I wasn't disinterested before, it just needed time to grow and I needed time to get more familiar with it, and it's characters. Consider the fact that you may just be rusty. And that's okay! If you haven't created something entirely new in a while, that happens. Push on, even if it's clumsy at first, bc you will get there! Just let yourself get back into the groove of making new stuff again.

My other advice is to make them interesting to you. "Well duh?", but what I mean is that if you're not vibing with the character you have now, make them something you'd vibe with. Literally you can make them into whatever! They don't necessarily need to be relatable to you for you to want to explore them, but if it helps to add a bit of yourself into the character then do that! Lame backstory? Spice it up! Flat personality? Scrungle it a bit. Boring design? Go wack. You get my point. Make them into something you'd be interested in working with.

Something that helps for me personally, is also, sharing them! If I get to talk about and really get into some character while explaining it to someone else that can easily put me in the mindset of thinking about and getting more fond of the character. You can also totally ask for advice, input, reviews or opinions from other people! Or just share the new character.

Summary:

1. Give em time. And a bit of love and care

2. Make it fun and interesting for yourself!

3. The rubber ducky method (I volunteer if you want to come share your new ocs here!)

And: Sometimes a character won't take off. You can't bring yourself to get invested in them or add them anywhere. That's okay. You can just dump them and start over. It's your story and your character and you decide what goes

[kindahoping4forever]

Feedback // Ashton Irwin

I've been sitting on this fic for a minute so thank you to everyone who's patiently waited for me to post it (shoutout to Sly)! This story was really just me getting inspired and clowning after Ashton's "Down To Earth" IG stream back in April. As always, thanks to @cal-puddies for the invaluable guidance as I tried to pare my writing style down into a pwp format (try being the operative word, 3500 words is still the best we could do lmao).

Warnings: Distracted Boyfriend!Ash, oral sex on a male, moderately rough unprotected sex (on the red leather couch) including mild dirty talk, brief choking and a spank or two.

Word Count: 3535

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and New 2021 Taglist linked above

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"Baby! I didn't know you were home!"

You turn around to see Ashton in the doorway of the bedroom, voice as cheerful as the yellow beanie covering his head.

"Didn't hear you come in," he comments, walking over to you.

You slide your arms around your boyfriend’s neck with a sigh. "Rushed up here, phone was about two seconds from shutting off," you explain, greeting him with a tender kiss.

He watches as you kick off your shoes and yank your bra off under your shirt, tossing everything haphazardly in the direction of the closet before flinging yourself on the bed. "Tough day?"

You groan, dragging your hands over your face before extending your arms, encouraging him to join you. “Eh, not great and very long,” you report, giving a satisfied sigh when Ash climbs on the bed and immediately pulls you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You do the same and the both of you lay quietly in this prone embrace for several peaceful moments before you break the silence. “How about you, how was your day?”

You feel him shrug under your body. “Can’t complain,” is his simple reply.

“Make anything cool?” You prompt, knowing he’s being low-key because he thinks you need to chill out, not realizing nothing relaxes you more than listening to him talk about his passions.

“Hmm… anything cool...” Ash giggles, hugging you closer. “I dunno, got a good start goin’ on this one track that could be pretty cool, got a nice vibe.”

You raise your head up to look at him and scratch your fingers across his beard, you’re so glad he decided to let it grow again. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

He hums as you continue to rub his face. “Only been at it for a couple hours, ‘s just a track for now, we’ll see what I can do with it,” he breezes, moving your hand from his face to his mouth so he can kiss it.

“Well, whenever you feel like you need a fresh pair of ears, I’d love to hear it,” you enthuse, moving to lay at his side.

He turns to give you a bright grin. “Yeah? A little in-house focus group?” He teases, leaning in for a sweet kiss that starts to get needy the longer it goes on.

You pull off his hat, running your fingers through his long hair as he moves to kiss along your neck. “Don’t know if you know this but I’m a big fan of your work,” you tease back.

He kisses your lips again, biting a bit as he pulls away to quip, “We talking ‘bout my music or something else?”

You giggle, deciding that indulging this frisky mood is exactly how you would like to unwind tonight. You inch closer, pulling him back into a kiss and he responds eagerly, hand coming up to massage at the base of your neck like it always does. For the next few minutes, the only thoughts in your mind revolve around Ashton, how he feels, how he tastes and where you need his mouth or hands on you next.

When you let out a moan at the way his fingers are gripping your skin under your shirt and he doesn’t press himself against you in response, you can tell he’s gotten distracted. You laugh knowingly against his lips, “You’re back to thinking about that song now, aren’t you?”

He looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I was actually still workin’ and came up here just to grab a hoodie when I found you.”

You playfully push him off of you, shaking your head. “Dude, you should’ve told me! You know I’m not one to fuck with The Process,” you admonish, scrunching your nose up at the trail of kisses he pecks over your face as he sits up.

“Nah, my brain needed a break and my girl needed me, it worked out perfectly,” he insists, rubbing your arm affectionately before getting off the bed.

He quickly fishes his desired sweatshirt out of the closet and pulls it on over his t-shirt, mussing his hair even more than you already had. He walks back over, ready to kiss you goodbye when you sit up on your knees to stop him. “I was serious about giving it a listen if ya want,” you say, smoothing his hair down before resting your hands on top of his inside his hoodie pocket. “If you’re not ready that’s fine but just FYI I‘m interested.”

Ash grins at you, squeezing your hands before using them to pull you to your feet. “Aww, you know you’re my fave audience, baby,” he gushes, reaching to grab his hat off the bed. “Let’s go give it a spin.”

“Well. As much as you can ‘spin’ a computer file,” you mutter, trying to annoy him just because it’s fun.

As you head for the door, you hear him snort behind you a split second before he grabs you, sliding his beanie on your head far enough to cover your eyes; you burst into giggles as he playfully bumps into you, passing you in the hallway. “Smart ass,” he grumbles, voice still smiling.

Ash makes it down to the basement first and starts clicking on files and flicking switches, excited to play his work for you. You stop at the foot of the stairs and survey the room with wonder. Multiple guitars - electric, acoustic, bass, 12-string - are strewn across the room, cables run from his computer to the adjacent room where he houses his drums, food delivery containers line the coffee table; he’s clearly been down here since you left this morning.

While he sets up, you make yourself useful, setting the guitars back in their racks, stacking the food trash; when you’re done, you start to drag a chair over to the computer when you notice he’s staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“What are ya mad at me or somethin’?” He scoffs, patting his legs and looking at you expectantly.

You smirk and take a seat in his lap, watching closely as his long fingers fly over the keyboard, hand adeptly working the mouse, making a few final adjustments to the track. You hear a quiet “there we go” under his breath and then he’s settling in, pulling you back against him and rubbing over your thighs as you wait for the song to begin.

It’s a simple demo so far - layered background vocals, drum and bass, some synth, a little guitar line here and there - but he’s right, it’s definitely a vibe. You’re pleased that his reflection is visible in the computer screen, you love seeing him grooving behind you, pursing his lips and nodding his head along to the beat as you feel his fingers tapping along on your waist while he holds you close.

The track is short and before he can even ask your opinion, you tell him to play it again; his face lights up at your request and he proudly complies. When it finishes this time, you shift to look at him and smile. “That’s wild you did that all yourself and in such a short amount of time,” you marvel. “See, I was right, you did do something cool.”

Ashton laughs, kissing the side of your head as he leans forward to reach the keyboard. “You think so? Well, what’s really cool is this…” He starts clicking around again, isolating the different elements and revealing which sounds are electronic and which are live instruments, which section he thinks he’ll write lyrics over tomorrow, where he’s thinking of pasting in more guitar.

You respond when appropriate but mostly you just listen intently, watching fondly as he animatedly details his thought process; this is why you offered to come down here with him, this is the best part about being his “fave audience.” You love his music but more than that, you love how much he loves his music.

He stops mid-explanation of a section to tinker with it, clearly having a brainstorm right in front of you. You curl into his chest, observing quietly as he cycles through effects and begins stacking tracks. He chews his lip, deep in thought as he lets the song play again and you can't help but press a few kisses to his jaw.

Ash continues his work and you continue yours, moving from his jaw to his neck; your kisses eventually become more heated, with you adding tongue and even teeth to the equation. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, wiggling his earring with the tip of your tongue and finally he pulls away, chuckling, "Baby, come on."

You shrug, playing with his hair. "I just love watching you work."

He laughs, "Then goddamn, baby, let me work!" He growls as you nip at his throat and you smile to yourself because you can tell he's already rethinking his request.

"Seems like you shoulda thought about this before you invited a girl down to your basement to listen to some dreamy space pop alien makeout jam," you tease, relishing the feeling of his laughter vibrating his throat under your tongue.

"Can I get you to leave that review when this goes up on iTunes?" He cracks, finally turning his attention to you.

"I might be persuaded," you flirt, humming with victory as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Ashton wastes no time returning the affection you showed him, lips devouring yours, hands quickly making their way under your shirt to lazily massage your tits. You’re mid-moan, his fingers just about to make it inside your waistband when suddenly he’s pulling away.

It takes you a beat to realize what’s happened, your body confused by the sudden absence of his touch. You open your eyes to see him busy at the computer again and it’s so absurd to you, you have to laugh.

“Two minutes,” he says half-apologetically, half-distracted, squeezing your thigh but not taking his eyes off the screen.

You smirk to yourself, immediately aware of what your next move is. “Take as long as you need, baby. When genius strikes, you gotta go for it,” you state ominously, not that he notices. Nor does he notice you sliding yourself off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

You run your hands up and down his thick thighs before letting your touch wander to the front of his jeans, palming over his crotch, happy to find that at least part of him was interested in your makeout session. You can’t decide if you’re more amused or annoyed by his focus but it’s not until your hand is on his cock, freeing him from his pants that he tears himself away from his project.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you with something?”

You lock eyes with him as you stick your tongue out and dramatically lick your hand, coating your palm with saliva before giving his cock a tight squeeze and beginning to stroke him steadily. “I also had a genius idea I was just following through on,” you shrug. “Might take a little longer than two minutes, though, I’m a bit out of practice… my boyfriend’s been pretty busy.”

Ash giggles wildly, both at your joke and your audacity. “You’re crazy, I’m literally about to be done with… fuck…” His retort is interrupted by you, eyes still trained on his, licking long stripes up the sides of his cock, sucking gently at the head before licking your way back down.

“Go ahead and finish your work, baby, I’ll just keep busy until you’re done,” you insist, mischief in your eyes as you look up one last time before taking him into your mouth.

You hear a sharp inhale, a softly chuckled “fuckin’ ridiculous” and then finally, mouse clicks as he attempts to get back to it. You do your best to distract him, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, sucking loudly, humming around him, making sure he knows how much you’re enjoying your task.

It only takes a minute or so for him to get sidetracked by your efforts. “This is a shitty home demo I’ve spent all of 90 minutes on, there’s no way it’s so good you just had to have my cock right here and now,” he insists, struggling to keep his voice steady, not wanting you to hear how affected he is.

You pop off, gingerly playing with his balls as you zing back, “I dunno babe, you guys had plenty of shitty songs on your first album and from what I’ve heard, you did more than alright in the pussy department.”

Ashton’s laughter quickly turns to a strained moan as you slide back down on him, letting him hit the back of your throat. “My bad, didn’t realize I’d shacked up with a groupie,” he jokes. You silently congratulate yourself as you notice him flexing his hand into a fist, knowing he’s trying to keep himself from pressing down on your head.

You pull off him again, making sure to let the spit cascade from your mouth as you smugly reply, “Like I said before: big fan.” Before he can even think about responding, your mouth is back on him.

You’re not surprised he attempts to resume working again; you’re both stubborn, it’s a wonder anything ever gets resolved in your relationship. You can tell he’s trying his best to stay on task but the whispered curses under his breath give him away. As a last resort, he turns the volume on his speaker up a few more notches, hoping the track will drown out the exaggerated choking sounds you’re intent on making.

A few moments later, he reaches down and yanks his beanie off your head. “Fuckin’ bright yellow bouncing over my crotch is hard to ignore,” he grumbles. “All I see is my hat, looks like I’m suckin’ my own dick for all I know.”

You can’t resist continuing to rib him. “How is that not your greatest fantasy? Your favorite person giving you your favorite pleasure?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, did you want to blow me or roast me?”

You give him your brightest smile and reply, “Unlike you, I’m pretty good at multi-tasking.”

A brief cackle and a clipped “alright” are all you hear before you’re being hoisted up off the ground, thrown over Ash’s shoulder and carried over to the couch across the room. You squeal with surprise and delight as he unceremoniously dumps you on it, briskly strips you both of your clothes and promptly bends you over the red leather.

He nudges your knees further apart, pressing you against the back of the couch. “Of course you’re this fuckin’ wet already,” he teases, breath hot on your neck as he runs himself through your folds. “You think that’s from my cock down your throat or from you winding me up so much?”

Whatever clever comeback you’d thought up dies on the tip of your tongue because suddenly he’s sliding his cock inside you and now that’s all you can care about. You whine as he quickly establishes a vigorous pace, one hand bracing himself against the couch, the other reaching around you, down your torso to reach your clit. “How’s this for multi-tasking?”

A few breathless cries of his name are the best you can manage as he relentlessly plays with you, somehow in perfect rhythm with his rough thrusts, sending your whole body into sensory overload.

“Or how ‘bout this?” He growls, moving his hand from between your legs to your throat, fingers offering just the slightest amount of pressure, knowing it’ll drive you crazy wondering if and when he’ll add more. “Don’t got any more funny jokes for me, baby?”

You moan at his taunting, placing a hand on top of his on your neck, trying to get him to squeeze harder; he refuses and his denial makes you moan even louder. "Jesus, Ash," you pant, pushing back against him to egg him on. “Feels so fucking good.”

You're so caught up that you don't even notice his song is still playing over the speakers until a few moments later when Ashton suddenly pulls out of you, muttering to himself as he grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts the music off.

Confused, you look back and see him amusedly shaking his head. "Yes, I was still producing that in my head, don’t start," he giggles.

You fall back on the couch, laughing in disbelief. “We’ve gotta get you some hobbies, buddy, that’s insane.”

He snickers, laying you on your back and settling on the couch behind you, pulling your leg over his hip. “I don’t think fucking you counts as a hobby,” he jokes, gripping his cock and slipping it back inside you.

“Not with that attitude,” you quip, a little more breathlessly than you meant to but with how slowly Ash is rocking into you, you can’t help it.

You tilt towards him, angling yourself to pull his mouth down to yours; you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need him close. His tongue traces over your lips, his kiss the familiar reassurance you need in this moment. “Ash…” You whimper quietly, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of his beard grazing your skin.

“I know, baby, me too,” he soothes, cradling you tighter against him. His hips begin to pick up speed and his hand moves to knead your breasts and tug at your nipples before travelling further down.

Ashton rubs slow, tight circles on your clit, stopping to give your thigh a light smack when you start raising your hips a little too eagerly, bucking up in an attempt to get him to move at a speed more to your liking. You moan first at the realization that he’s going to keep teasing you like this and then again, louder, at the sharp slap of his palm that once again comes down on your skin.

“You’ve got a nice tone tonight, baby, I should get you to lay down some vocals for this track,” he jokes, choking back a moan of his own when your surprised laughter causes you to clench around his length.

You chuckle smugly at him, “Not so funny all of a sudden, huh?”

You feel yourself getting closer so you start rolling your hips along with his, murmuring at the feeling of him deep inside you; you grind against his hand playing between your legs and as he finally amps up the pace, your release becomes closer and closer to reality. Your breathing syncs with his in a needy, staccato rhythm that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in his song.

“Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. Typically when he asks you that while he’s buried in you, there’s a tone of arrogance or punishment behind it but right now as he holds you, your sounds continuing to meld together, it couldn’t feel farther from that.

“Yes, Ash, god yes…” you breathe, reaching to hold onto him as your orgasm overtakes you.

Ashton keeps driving his cock inside you, whining slightly at the feeling of you pulsing around him. You cry out, not realizing how loud or long your moans are until you hear his voice in your ear, gently lulling you back down.

He’s still moving inside you, hips beginning to stutter and when you hear his breath catch, you know he’s there. You tuck yourself into him, cooing, “Come on, Ash... fill me up, babe.” Three strokes later and he’s pumping his cum inside you, gasping your name. He slows his movements, heavy breath underscored by a contented hum as you caress his bearded cheek.

He leans in and kisses you passionately, completely enveloping you, possibly your favorite feeling in the world. He exhales loudly and keeps holding you, kissing over your face tenderly.

You giggle as he indulges for a moment before reluctantly pulling away, reaching for the takeout napkins on the coffee table; he attentively cleans you up and quickly settles back onto the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You lay together, blissed out, while you play with the necklace hanging down on his chest and he strokes over your hair.

“Hey, sorry I gave you such a hard time,” you smile. “Didn’t realize how much I wanted your attention until I didn’t have it anymore.”

He looks at you, amused. “Honestly didn’t notice you acting any differently.”

You jab his side. “Also sorry I talked shit about your first album, I do actually like it quite a bit.”

Ash cackles, tracing designs on your back. “Oh good, I was worried that was going to be what finally drives us apart,” he cracks.

You snicker, nuzzling your head into his chest. You enjoy a few quiet moments together before he begins softly humming an unfamiliar melody and you smile, knowing his creative wheels are turning again.

You lift your head up again to offer one last apology. “I’m sorry I once again disrupted The Process.”

Ashton laughs mischievously, running his hands down your body. “I mean… overall I’d say this was some pretty valuable feedback.”

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I got this idea based on art by @wingless-cupid and it really helped me get back into the writing groove! Characters belong to Yuurivoice!

Mansion's Secret

Black clouds blanketed the sky and the wind blew as if a storm was imminent. This didn't fare well for the young cryptid hunter that rode down the one-lane road, who was following an anonymous tip he had gotten about a mansion far back in the woods. Rumors had spread that the mansion was haunted by a rather mischievous entity, but no one had been able to see it for themselves. Now, Seth was determined to be the first to see said entity and the first to document it. As he pulled up to the building, the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by its aura. It gave off a sense of ancient power, and that only made the mansion seem larger than it was.

Seth parked his bike without breaking eye contact, and slowly approached the door. Once his hand landed on the doorknob, his body felt cold and in a sense... dead, in some way. "No," the male thought, "I've gone hunting in way scarier places than this! An abandoned mansion is nothing!" With that, he threw open the door to reveal the beautiful, open foyer with an old chandelier hanging from the ceiling. As he walked in, the house creaked in defiance, as if it was upset by the younger presence. What the male couldn't see, was a tall and slender figure watching him from one of the higher platforms.

The vampire smiled wide as he watched the human, making sure to take in every part of his figure. Alphonse had not seen another mortal for quite some time, heck, he hadn't seen anyone in a long time. Being a vampire trapped inside of a dusty old mansion by himself, really wasn't as glamorous as it sounded before he died. He tended to spend his days sleeping and thinking, which was not a good thing either. The boy longed for someone, anyone, to find his mansion and keep him company, even if that meant them visiting.

"Maybe this is my chance," he thought in excitement, "This human must not be frightened if he walked in here so boldly!" With that, he began to float and followed the cryptid hunter as a way to figure out how to reveal himself.

Seth wandered the old house, carefully looking around every corner and examining anything he could get his hands on. Most of the items in the house were dusty and untouched, but that was until he found what looked to be some kind of journal. As the brunette picked up the book, Alphonse felt himself stiffen and reach out to lightly smack it out of Seth's hand. "What in the sam hill," the other shouted, pulling his hand back and bumping into the vampire behind him.

As the boy froze, Alphonse felt his brain scramble to find some way to respond to the sudden reaction. He watched as Seth slowly moved to hold his flashlight up and turn to look behind him. So, he wrapped his arm around the other male and smiled wide as he gave a greeting, "Sorry about that friend. That's a bit of personal work." The brunette was frozen in place and stared at the vampire with a mixture of fear and excitement. His frozen state soon passed, allowing him to spin away so he could face the vampire before him, making sure to keep his flashlight on the being.

"What do you want," he demanded, gaining some confidence to glare at Alphonse. The vampire was confused but excited by Seth's excitement nonetheless.

So, he answered in a chipper manner, "Oh I don't want anything. I just heard you come in and decided to follow you." The muscular man raised a brow, confused by the sincerity in the undead being's tone. "You know," the other continued, "You're the first person that's ever come here so confidently! Everyone else was always so scared, and honestly, it was really getting annoying." Now, that took Seth by surprise, causing him to loosen up his stance.

"Wait," he questioned, "You're not going to uh... try and kill me?"

Now it was Alphonse's turn to be confused, "What?! Is that what the townspeople are saying?! I have enough blood in storage to last me years! I would have no reason to kill anyone!" The 'blood in storage' comment concerned the brunette, but he felt no need to dwell on it, considering it might just anger the being in front of him.

"If I play my cards right," he thought, "I might just be able to befriend this thing."

Meanwhile, Alphonse could only think, "If I'm careful, I might be able to actually make a friend!"

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2022 Writer’s Tag.

I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too?

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

i am so excited with how 2022 had gone in terms of my writing. felt like i improved a lot and was really glad to have gotten back into it!!

2. What piece are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

you already know what i'm going to say...the dead don't die is by far my favorite...i do however hold a special place in my heart for closest to heaven i love iris and josh and YOU SHOULD TOO

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

oh 100% closest to heaven!! i felt like some of my best writing was put into that fic and i still do. i know it's long but it's cutie and you can read it here !

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

i KNOW you're all on the edge of your seats for the Next Big Percy Project ! god i love being sarcastic ! you know what i also love being? cryptic ! no but for real, some of you already know, i've hinted at a new series coming...soon-ish(?)

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

i try not to set too many goals for myself. oh my god that sounds terrible. no i just mean like...i don't want to say that i'm going to do something and then not do it...if that makes more sense. i definitely want to finish the dead don't die (if i don't finish it this year which is unlikely), and i want to work loads on the next series project and get back into the groove of writing that again since i started it before picking up the dead don't die!! also potentially another series if i finish this next one? who knows. hopefully i can squeeze in some time to write some more oneshot stuff or even expand on the sparrowverse. i have lots of ideas of ideas to do, but right now it's hard to set anything in stone :)

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you’re tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

uhm really the only pieces that i would continue to expand on is the sparrowverse. hopefully maybe eventually i'll get danny's addition to the story... i don't think i'd add to the dead don't die once it's done i think that one is going to be finished when it's done

7. Is there anything new you’re tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

i do not know...maybe inspiration will strike me for some danny fics...as for aus i'll probably delve into another one i won't lie to you i am not at all immune to them

8. Now to hype some other writers! What’s a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

oh i'm terrible at reading and remembering things...uhhhhh YOU'RE ASKING FOR HALF A YEAR AGO UHH I STARTED THIS SHIT IN APRIL UHH

like friends do by my bff @gretagolden <3

and of course like the first fic i ever read lazarus by @garbagevanfleet

9. And how about something you’ve read more recently?

i feel awful. i haven’t been too good at reading this recent because i’m a LOSER and school sucks a little bit. but summer in the city by @gretasmokerising was so fantastic!!

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

hmmm i’m not sure really!! maybe any cabin fever fic universe by @hearts-hunger !! anything maddie writes is so sweet i could die

I was tagged by the ever lovely @writingcold and I am tagging @gretasmokerising (or really anyone that wants to do it!!!)

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shine on anyway - spider-man x reader (ch. 3)

A/N: hello hello to everyone who sees this! this is chapter 3 in my fic! I know I've been gone for forever (!), but life happens. I had a lot of medical issues in the past year and a half, plus college and life, so its been rough. i'm recently rediscovering my love of writing, so bear with me as I get back into the groove of things! I have up to chapter 8 written already, so I'll be posting those as I go through and edit and revise them, so expect them all within the coming weeks! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: A kid from Milwaukee has to grow up far more quickly than she should while facing threats that men half her age would never dare go near. So, when she has to uproot after losing everything, does she lose herself too?

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and depression, swearing, minor character death, blood and injuries, fighting, mentions of bullying, again I will add more if I think I missed any! :)

last - three - next

You woke up the next morning to the sound of shoes scuffing against the floor, meaning your grandparents were awake and getting ready for their days. They were retired, sure, but they were always out of the house trying to keep moving. Old age never limited them in the slightest. Besides, they weren’t old for being grandparents, since your mother had you young. They were only in their early 50’s.

“Age only catches up to you only if you let it” your grandmother once said, and it was sweet. Your grandparents lived up to it, too, always moving about. So, you got up and went up the stairs to the kitchen as you rubbed your eyes sleepily.

“Morning, Bug. How’d you sleep, sweetie?” Your grandma asked, a smile on her kind face, softened with time. She walked over to where you stood against the counter and kissed your cheek, patting it afterwards as she moved to get water.

“Pretty good. Slept like a baby, I think.” You mumbled with a smile, walking over to your grandpa. “Morning, Papa. How’d you sleep?” You asked him with a hug, smiling when he stopped what he was doing to hug you back.

“Really good, Buggie. Thank you.” He mumbled back, a smile on his face as you both separated and kept getting ready for the day ahead.

“So where are you guys going today? Nana?” You asked as you grabbed a cup to get water for yourself. You turned to face them as they leisurely moved around the kitchen to get ready. You smiled at how calm it was. How normal this was now. It had been four years since your mom had passed, and it was finally starting to not hurt so badly when you woke up in the mornings.

“To an antique mall in northern Illinois. Your Papa is very excited for this one.” Your grandma snickered as you laughed, knowing he always hated being forced to drive your grandma for hours to a place he barely enjoyed. Of course, he likes spending time with your Nana, but there were other things to do, too. And they usually required less driving.

“So excited.” Your Papa deadpanned before laughing afterwards.

“What about you, Bug? Any plans? A hot date?” Your grandma jokes, and you laughed when your grandpa turned his head to look at you with wide eyes.

“A hot what now?” He said, making you laugh at the face he was making before you brushed his concerns away.

“Nothing, Papa. I’m staying home today to finish my biology homework. No hot dates for me. Plus, it’s too cold out. Winter here sucks.” You joked with a smile. You hugged your grandma again, just holding her for a minute for the comfort before you let her go again.

“Love you guys, drive safely ok?” You asked as they prepared to leave for the day.

“Always. Make sure you stay safe, okay? Don’t forget to wear your glasses. And you know where the gun is if you need it.” Your grandpa said as you laughed, shooing them out the door and on to their day.

“I won’t need it. Goodbye, love you guys!” You called out as they repeated the gesture before you closed and locked the door.

It had already been a long day, and it was only 1 p.m. You were looking long and hard at this Spider-Man, trying to figure out who – or what - he was. You were watching the pattern for the times he was “patrolling”, you guessed you would call it. He seemed to only patrol in the afternoon and evening, not really at night or, suspiciously, during school hours. Sure, he could be a kid, but you have to keep your mind open. Maybe he’s a grown ass man with a job that has weird hours. Who the hell knows, in all honesty? This was you going off a whim, an instinct if you will. Who knows what any of this would yield in the long run anyway?

You assumed he was a kid, however, after you heard a small clip of a video with his voice in it. It was very brief, making you second guess yourself, but it was almost undoubtably a kid, probably around the same age as you. You took note of his web shooters, as you’ve started to call them because, well, they shoot webs. It seemed like the actual shooters were simple enough to make. If you pressurize whatever web fluid he was using, then put it in a tube and use a button to push it out, it would work almost like a can of silly string. The curious part to you, however, was the actual web fluid. According to all the scientific research you could find, it was nearly impossible to create artificial spider webs made of silk, or with the tensile strength of silk. The only thing you could find was intergenic spider-sheep from China who could produce spider silk in their milk that could be harvested (Which, like, what? Why?). So, how? You played with a different idea, since really silk is mostly liquid with some proteins in it that strengthened the more weight was put on it, but still. You were struggling to figure it out, and it didn’t help that you didn’t have a science lab to play in.

You gave up after a bit and moved onto the outfit he wore. Half gloves, sure, with the shooters. A sweater, facemask with dark goggles (smart boy, trying to filter out extra stimuli), and some sweats with socks and slip on shoes. Yeah, ok great. Easy enough, you thought. However, you didn’t want to steal his look. So, you thought of going the total opposite. He was all full of colors, therefore you would be devoid of any. You grabbed a pair of black leggings, deciding they would rip too easily, and jeans would be constrictive. You hummed a bit and decided hey, leather never hurt anyone. So, you pulled out the only pair of leather leggings you own and put them on for the first time. You nodded, walking back over to your clothes and finding a black tank top and sweater. You found black gloves and brought them into your room before snipping the fingers off. You slid them on and braided the top of your head into two partial braids, tying them off into ponytails to keep it out of your face. You found an old black beanie and decided that it, also, would be cut up. You pulled it entirely over your face and used chalk to mark where the top and bottom would be, along with where your eyes would go. You cut out said pieces and hemmed it, smiling at your handy work before sliding the strip of fabric over your eyes and nose. You grabbed a pair of black socks and your black converse with a smile, scrunching you nose.

“Okay, suit done.” You said with a small, nervous smile, checking the time and seeing it was almost five in the afternoon. You put everything away before heading up to the living room, sitting on the couch with your dogs and turning on the TV so the news would fill up the background noise. While you were passively watching the news however, something caught your eye and caused your anxiety to rocket through the roof. It was a story, and video (!!!) of you hurdling over a car without even looking up to see it. Your eyes widened, making sure your face was too fuzzy to see before you allowed yourself to calm down slightly. You looked outside, biting your lip. The sun would set soon, and you could go outside and try out these new abilities of yours. And maybe, at the same time, draw the news away from you to, well, also you, but in a costume this time. You sat on the couch for a bit more, distracting yourself by cuddling your dogs, before getting up with a groan. You fed your dogs, then went and changed into your new, all black ensemble. You texted your grandparents that you were hanging out with Ky at the mall, feeling guilty about the lie but knowing they wouldn’t understand, before slipping your phone into your pocket, grabbing your house key, and slipping out of the house.

It wasn’t until almost midnight when you got home, hoping you had done a sufficient job in pulling attention for the media to cover the next day in the local news. You had barely thought the plan through, in all honesty, but you hoped it worked. You would much rather have a video of you in a costume, unidentifiable, going around climbing walls rather than an image of you hurdling a car with ease. You really, truly hoped you had done well enough, sticking to downtown Milwaukee where you thought most street cameras would be. You slipped in and quickly went to your room, changing into regular clothing before going up to your grandparents’ room, finding them both asleep, before heading to the kitchen. You wrote on the whiteboard on the wall that you were home safe before heading to your room to attempt to get some sleep.

You had gone out every night since then for the last week, climbing walls and pushing your fear of heights as you jumped from building to building. You found a few small thugs, relying on your new 6th sense to help you fight them and keep yourself safe. You did still, however, get a knife to the thigh. As well as your new gifts helped, you were still massively undertrained in martial arts, so you were vulnerable in fights. You had panicked, unsure of what to do, so you had finished up with them as quick as possible and hurried home. You googled how to give yourself stitches, then did so and fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning, the wound was nearly healed, making you stare in wonder at the small pink line that lined your leg now.

You wrote fast healing (cellular life shorter/faster reproduction) underneath your name in your notebook. You had also noticed how much faster your metabolism had gotten when you almost passed out one time while swinging due to lack of nutrients or water, you weren’t quite sure yet, but it was the only working theory at the moment.

However, that was two days ago now. You were just now starting to hear news stories and see articles about yourself running around downtown at night. You nodded with a smile the first time you had seen it, happy that no one was connecting anything back to you, or to the original video that had aired a while ago. You hadn’t been given a name by the public yet, but you were patiently waiting. It felt almost like a silent initiation to the superhero world to have the public give you a name, like Iron Man or Spider-Man. However, only one of those names you looked on positively, and it wasn’t the billionaire.

“(Y/N)! Have you seen this yet?!” You heard Ky yell as she ran up to you between classes. You winced as you heard her voice, still amplified by your new extra sensitive senses, before you both stopped and stepped to the side of the hall as she showed you a video of you jumping from building to building. You let out a few nervous chuckles, your anxiety through the roof. You were horrible at lying to begin with, but especially to your best friend. It made you clutch onto your backpack straps a little tighter as you waited anxiously for her to continue her, what you assumed, small rant.

“Like, what the hell?! Milwaukee has its own Spider-Man now!” She squealed. You pretended to squint at the video, pretending to investigate it, before making a statement.

“They could be a girl. Look at their build - there.” You said as you started to walk towards your next class together – choir. She nodded in agreement, noticing the build of the person did seem to be on the smaller, more feminine side.“Even better! There are so few female superheroes, it would be amazing to see another girl other than Black Widow! I mean, don’t get me wrong, she is iconic. But, like, she’s the only one. Even in those clips from the Battle of New York a few years ago – I mean, she is literally the only female Avenger.” Ky ranted quickly, trying to get all of her opinions out into the air before you reached your class.

“I mean, yeah. Hopefully. I don’t really like the Avengers, but Black Widow is probably my favorite one.” You said with a small smile, your heart warming. As much as you had only started going out in public to distract from the original video of you that had hit the news, you were almost proud of yourself now. What you felt you had started out of an act of cowardice, hiding your identity, was reaching other girls, if not worldwide then at the very least locally. Being a woman, much less a girl, in Milwaukee was usually a terrifying thing. Women go missing and are assaulted at a higher rate than most cities around it. If you could somehow inspire women to stand up for themselves, learn to protect themselves… It would mean the world to you.

You smiled as you walked with Ky into the choir room, greeting your teacher as you sat down. Ky ranted on for a while more about how cool it was that Milwaukee got its own hero, let alone a female one, and you couldn’t help but think that this might be more of a blessing than a freaky curse. It made you feel almost comfortable with everything. Almost.

Throughout the next few weeks, a few things began to happen.

First, you manage to figure out the secret to how Spider-Man makes his webs. It was difficult to figure out, but you got there eventually. It was a specific combination of chemicals that was compressed into the shooters on his wrists. After doing a lot of math and chemistry, and a lot of failed attempts, you had finally cracked the recipe. The honest hardest part of everything was getting your hands on the physical chemicals you needed because your school kept them under strict lock and key, and it took some convincing for your grandparents to let you order the chemicals online with the money you had saved up doing odd jobs for them and neighbors. This was all amazing, and the progress you had made within a few weeks was astonishing, but that wasn’t what made you happiest.

The public had finally given you a name.

“The Night Crawler, not to be mistaken for New York’s Spider-Man, is Milwaukee’s own crime-fighting superhero. Dressed in all black and keeping to the shadows, she remains mysterious to the population. While there have been many celebrations city-wide around her sudden appearance, one question remains – who is she, and how do we repay her?” Ky read out quickly with a smile as you both settled into your seats for AP Psychology, kicking your bag under your desk as you turned to face her.

“Isn’t that so cool, (Y/N)? We have our own hero. Maybe she can help bring down crime rates.” Ky mumbled with a giddy excitement. You just nodded along until class started, not able to focus your attention very well this morning. You were happy that you were indirectly making your best friend happy, but you just had trouble focusing today. Every small lull in conversation had your head nodding, and every small squeak of a pencil or squeal of a chair had you wincing.

To be fair to your teacher, it was a very interesting class. Your teacher had used the Night Crawler as an example for one of the terms, and it had gotten everyone to be so much more involved in class as they discussed the morality of superheroes, and what morality was in the first place. It seemed a bit more philosophical to you, but none the less, it wasn’t a bad class to start out the day.

The months turned at a snail’s pace, the snow melting and bringing in the wet warmth of spring. Freshman year of high school slowly draws to a close, bringing you to the brink of exhaustion many times. You were slowly starting to regain your energy, thanks to the constant cold leaving was your theory based off the behaviors of spiders, but you couldn’t test your theory until next winter now anyway.

By the time summer rolls around, you were on edge constantly. The news of the Sokovian accords had broken, and footage from the airport in Germany was leaked, showing the huge battle in the middle of the tarmac. It was terrifying to watch, unable to decide yourself what you thought was right. As much as you wanted to say you would follow the law, you weren’t sure. Who’s to say that the Avengers, in the case that they all signed the agreement, wouldn’t just become a world-wide militia? They would be at the command of multiple countries with no clear leader.

Not to mention crime was picking up in Milwaukee, and while you seemed to be getting better at this whole crime-fighting thing, it was still too much for you to handle on your own. You tried your hardest, but that didn’t make the statistics any easier to read. Even then, the more attention you got, the more nervous you became in terms of your identity. People were becoming more curious, trying to figure out who was trying, and failing in the eyes of the public, to protect their city. When they analyzed your schedule, if they did so, not much could be deduced since it could just mean you don’t work at night, but that didn’t calm your nerves in any way. You were careful to never show your face and to take complicated routes back home so that it was hard to trace you. You were trying to be smart about this, but still, it was taking a toll on you.

Internally though, you were still conflicted. You hated “superheroes” in the traditional sense, especially since your mom, well… Since she passed in New York. The Avengers could have helped her, had they tried hard enough, and you hated that. You hated that she died alone and scared and hoping that the Avengers would save her, and yet no one did. You hated it. On the other hand, you wanted to be there to help the people who end up in those situations. You wanted to help out the little guys who couldn’t help themselves. That is what kept you going, day in and day out. If the Avengers wouldn’t help, then you would. As much as you tried to tell yourself it was ok, you were ok, it was still hard knowing there were people who couldn’t be helped.

Especially when it came to days like today. Your anxiety had been kicking all day, and you had been on the verge of crying for the last few hours. It was nearing the end of June, so the weather was decent for being almost midnight. You just wanted to be done and sleep. So, despite how much you still wanted to help, you called it quits for the night, deciding to turn and start swinging back home when a bullet grazed your calf, causing you to yelp and lose your rhythm swinging. You almost smacked right into the ground before you caught yourself. You clung to the side of the building you were currently on, looking down to see where you had been shot at. You winced, seeing where the skin had torn and the bruising that was starting already around it. You were about to reach down to assess the wound before you felt your senses pick up again, your eyes snapping up as you launched yourself towards another building across the street as hard as your leg would allow. You watched behind you as the bullet hit the building where your torso had just been, eyes wide in mild shock as you followed where the bullet must have come from before you practically screamed in shock and frustration.

“Jesus Christ-“ You mumbled angrily, climbing up the building quickly when you sensed another bullet. You quickly jumped out of the way, catching yourself as you launched a web at the roof, before you angled your body to face the man who was shooting at you. You launched a web from your free hand not holding you to the roof, snatching the handgun from him before webbing it to the building next to you, out of reach. You were about to taunt him, turning to look back down at the man, before you saw him pull another gun out of the waistband of his pants.

“What the fuuuck dude.” You wheezed out, unsure as to why this grown ass man was targeting you, a child. Until you realized, no, to the public you weren’t a child. You were, well, Night Crawler. And if someone in the city thought you were getting too close to their issues... you wouldn’t doubt that they would try to take you out.

“Well okay then. What’re you hiding?” You wondered quietly before swinging over to him and kicking him square in the chest as you passed, trying to move quick enough so he couldn’t get a good aim at you. You landed on your feet, quickly webbing him up into a cocoon, then webbing his cocoon to a wall. You squinted at his face, trying to see if you could pick out his face at all as someone you knew, or someone from the news. It turns out that he’s a member of a big gang, from what you could recognize from his face. You smiled and backed away as you heard the police sirens in the distance.

“Have fun in prison, dude. Send me a letter, and don’t drop the soap, yeah?” You said as you backed away. His eyes widened as you spoke.

“You’re a fucking kid?” He asked, obviously shocked. You laughed at his shock before shrugging your shoulders.“Maybe. But either way, you shouldn’t shoot at people. It’s rude.” You quipped before launching yourself back into the air, enjoying the breeze as you took a long route home in the off chance that you were being followed or watched. When you landed by your door, you frowned at the wound on your leg. It didn’t seem bad, and you had gotten loads better at doing stitches in the last few months, but you knew it would still ache in the morning.

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(not me making this awful cover but i wanted this to have one lmao. i do not own the picture i used, so credits to whomever made this lovely pic)

So first of all, I just wanted to say thank you so much for the 100 followers LIKE?????? where did thAT come from I just- you guys are sO AMAZING !!! I am beyond grateful for all of your support and your kindness and I'm so happy interact with you pretty people.

I really don't have any rules, nor characters I don't wanna write of that I can think of as in right now. (please if state if u want it to be nsfw bc my first instinct is write sfw stuff)

ANd, as a thank you, I made this super duper fantastic song lyric prompt list that you can choose from (you can absolutely send in a lyric that isn't in the list if you want) and just send me a sw character and we'll see how that goes!

SO HERE IT IS:

Song lyric prompt list

• already requested, but you can ask for them again!

1. I don't need anything fancy, I just need me and you slow dancing. - Slow dancing by Aly and AJ.

2. I've been trying hard not to talk to you/act a fool. - Sunflower vol. 6 by Harry Styles

3. Say it's been long six months, and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. - How you get the girl by Taylor Swift

4. And if you have a minute, why don't we go? Talk about it, somewhere only we know. - Somewhere only we know by Keane

5. To the strand, a picnic planned, for you and me. - From Eden by Hozier

6. Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. - Yesterday by The Beatles

7. I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you. - Fallingforyou by the 1975

8. Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone, in a day or two. - Take on me by a-ha

9. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do. - Like real people do by Hozier

10. You wanna say no, no, it ain't gonna work, but then you fumble your words, oh you're running out of reasons. - Running out of reasons by The Wanted

11. You love me, but you don't know it yet. - Happy accidents by Saint Motel

12. I don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay. - Level of concern by twenty one pilots

13. You know I talk too much, honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up. - Talk too much by COIN.

14. I know that you're scared because hearts get broken. - Golden by Harry Styles

15. I try and try to erase you, but you won't disappear - Everywhere by Niall Horan

16. I heard you ask about me through a friend, my adrenaline kicked in, because I've been asking 'bout you too - Nervous by Shawn Mendes

17. Every time I'm leavin' you, you don't make it easy. - Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee.

18. I wish that I could believe, that there's a day you'll come back to me, but still have to say, I'd do it all again. - Just want you to know by Backstreet Boys

19. Well, tell me do you hate me or do you wanna date me? - Van Horn by Saint Motel

20. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain. - Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift

21. I know I would rather be together alone, in a big top circle and a world we can call our own. - All our own by Radio Company

22. Every time I find the words to end it, something in your eyes won't let it. - Shandi by KISS

23. Just dance in my living room, love with an attitude, drunk to an 80's groove - Only human by Jonas Brothers

24. I spend all my time, waiting all night for you. - No going back by Yuno

25. I need to know, if this is mutual, before I go. - Mutual by Shawn Mendes

26. I will sing to your every day, if it will take away your pain - Miss missing you by Fall out Boy

27. If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you. - If I could fly by One Direction

28. When you rise in the morning sun, I feel your touch in the pouring rain, and the moment that you wander far from me, I wanna feel you in my arms again. - How deep is your love by Bee Gees

29. If I wake, I'll move closer without waking you, sleeper, sleeper, what's been tiring you. - Rise by Helena Deland

30. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. - Drive by Halsey

31. I never sat by the shore, under the sun with my feet in the sand, but you brought me here. - Malibu by Miley Cyrus

32. With a sunset and a moonrise not so far behind, to give us enough light, to lay down underneath the stars. - Constellations by Jack Johnson

33. Dancing through our house with the ghost of you. - Ghost of you by 5sos

34. And we all sit around the fire, we feel a little warmer now. - Woods by Hollow Coves

35. Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe. - Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka

36. If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?- Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

37. Baby just came back around, said she needs time to explore, said I can’t love her no more - Baby came home by The Neighborhood

38. When I kissed you I meant it. / I wanna be more than a friend. - Do it again by Pia Mia

39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean

40. If you're awake then I am too. If you're lost then I'll find you. If you're hurt then I'll fix you. - It's U by Cavetown

41. They don't know about the things we do, they don't know about the I love you's. - They don't know about us by One Direction

42. Can I kiss you or not? / Are you still mad at me? I'm hoping not. - Like to be you by Shawn Mendes and Julia Michaels

43. Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time. - It's been a long, long time by Harry James

44. Kiss me hard before you go. - Summertime sadness by Lana del Rey

45. You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. - Tomorrow never came by Lana del Rey ft. Sean Ono Lennon

46. How can I miss you so much when you're right here? - Miss you so much by Miley Cyrus

47. The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine. - Cherry wine by Hozier

48. No need to say goodbye, you'll come back, when it's over. - The Call by Regina Spektor.

49. Common sense tells me kiss the girl goodbye / I think I love you - Common sense by Joshua Bassett

50. If I could tell her how she's everything to me, but we are a million worlds apart and I don't know how I would even start - If I could tell her by Ben Platt ft Laura Dreyfruss

51. I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel - Nightcall by Kavinsky

52. We went for a drive, at 2:30 in the morning. I kissed you, it was pouring. - Remember that night? by Sara Kays

53. Don't wanna hand you all my trouble, don't wanna give you all my demons, you'll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away, but tonight I'll need you to stay - The run and go by twenty one pilots

[fragileizywriting]

Hii, how are you?! I wanna ask number 7 "Was there a scene/ part you enjoyed writing most from this fic?" But like, from all the fics?! Like, what was the scene/part you enjoyed writing the most, ever, from any story of yours?! I changed the question bc i wanted to ask about your favorite part from each fic, but that may be too much and i dont want to bother you, so im asking in general, im sorry lol and sorry if i didnt make myself clear i have a sag mercury literally idk how to communicate

hi!!! how are you!!!!! i hope the new year has been kind to you so far!!!

you're not bothering me at all, don't worry, i love this question so much!!!

what was the scene/part you enjoyed writing the most, ever, from any story of yours?!

this is such a hard question to answer!!! i've been trying to figure it out for like, forever!! i usually enjoy writing most of the things i post (unless i mention it in the fic itself) but maybe i guess it would be the first chapter of eight for two? kitty!marinette is one of my favorite characters of all time, so it really just worked for me.

i think about her almost every day, which is such a shame considering idon't write her very often at all these days-- something about the first chapter just flowed. it was quick. it was snappy, and punchy, and i was really in the groove to write it. i was super impressed and proud of myself, for sure, and honestly i think it's the best thing i've ever written ever. which is strange. but i think that's when i peaked, tbh, nothing can top it for me (unless i actually finish the fic.) the entire fic is something so personal to me that i have a hard time sitting down and actually writing it, which is a shame, because the last chapter is something that i literally want to write down so badly D: i dream of that last chapter. hoh.

i wanted to ask about your favorite part from each fic

i think i had the most fun writing wing showin' when i first wrote it back in april? march? i was really needing some love-comfort to write, and that one really hit it on the head for me. (i haven't read the entire series through, but i've reread the second chapter so much because of the cuddling. where there be cuddling, there be izy!) fallin' is in the same boat. luka feeling upset and me feeling upset is such a good pairing, i'm telling you! we work great as a pair.

also, the first chapter of DL of course, was insane for me because i wrote the whole thing in a day. i blinked and there was a fic in front of me. i had completely pulled the story out of thin air. to this day, i have no idea what happened, but i'm really glad-- last year january was an amazing thing for me. i wrote, like, 100k+ words in a month for no reason at all. i hope to get close to that this year, too! that would be really nice.

my favorite part from locker talk was writing the third chapter!!! it just worked!!! i had found my groove!!! i was really happy with it!!!

bad days are always going to happen, but it's nice to have favorite things to read and write. some of these fics i wrote while going through some pretty heavy stuff, so when i think back to the entirety of last year, i can't remember what i was doing during that particular chapter, but i remember certain lines coming from me personally. like i said in the beginning, fallin' was rough. really rough. writing was the first thing that came to mind when i was having a bad day-- and when my long-term relationship ended, it was even harder. september was rough, but i remember writing comfort givin' just because i had to write it and get it out, and i really enjoyed writing it. like, a lot, it was so therapeutic!!!

i had a blast writing fire lily petals, especially since it was a challenge to write 5k words and publish every two days, that was a lot of fun-- even if i haven't finished it (yet!)

there's so many things i want to finish, and yet so little time!! i want to write every single story i think about and share it with y'all, even if it's not your interest, but this ADHD is so bad that if i do that i'm never going to get any of my fics done. i have to focus. i'm telling the truth when i say there's so many little oneshots i have that i can't work on because i've got Bigger Stuff Planned!!

thank you for asking anon 🥺 and you made perfect sense, don't worry!!! have a good week~

[thegeminisage]

question to Miss Experienced Professional Fic Author Liz—do you have your betas read your fic from the beginning, as soon as you start writing it? like i know you mentioned cathy and emily (?) have access to the doc. is that standard procedure? i'm curious because I've never written fic myself but I was drafting something today and my friend's gonna beta once i'm done but I was wondering if I should have her beta thorughout the whole process.

HI sorry i saved your ask for last bc i didn’t want it to get buried <3 and then it got so late that i didn’t know if you’d see it if i answered <3 this was extremely professional behavior <3 so i’m...................scheduling it to go up when people are awake. sorry again lol

anyway ok so the SHORT answer to this is: if you don’t know that your friend is willing to look over your fic multiple times, get your thing as polished and close to done as possible before letting anyone else beta it. that way, your second pair of eyes is able to do the maximum amount of good! if it’s a longer fic, you may be able to do this in sections - you can finish chapter 1 and then have your friend look at chapter 1, then chapter 2, etc, since nobody can beta a multichapter fic in one sitting. it depends v much on what you and your friend feel like! 

the looooong answer is: my “betas” are also just my friends! same hat! so more often than not they just want to see what i’m doing. so if i mention what i’m working on they’re like “oh can i see” and i’m like “yeah” and then they come in and look. like, as far as standard procedure goes, it’s all very casual. if it’s too rough for proofreading i’ll usually wind up giving a heads up that it may change a lot later in case they don’t want to read it multiple times, but usually they do anyway (so in my case it winds up being a mix of both “edit now” and “edit at the end”). i’m really very lucky to have so many extremely smart and cool people willing to do that kind of thing for me <3

that said, imo there are different ways to edit and things to edit for - it’s not as complex and awful as it sounds, for me different people wind up helping me with different things. it really depends on what stage your writing is at/what your friend is helping you edit for. i categorize them as follows:

cheerleading - this is what i was talking about above...this is just someone reading as you write (sometimes checking in daily, sometimes literally WHILE YOU TYPE IT, my friends have done this lol) and encouraging you. i’m not particularly shy about letting my buddies just kinda hang out in there, it’s like my little house 🙏 it’s also fun to have people read as i go (it helps keep me excited). doesn’t exactly count as editing/betaing imo (so you don’t necessarily need a writing-savvy friend to do it), but it’s still a level of support <3

plot soundboarding - this is stuff like... “how do i get dean and cas to talk about x thing,” “where should i end this chapter,” “if i change this thing in chapter 1 that leaves a huge plothole in chapter 3, how do i fix it?” this is for the plot, not the prose itself, so you can do this when the fic is very rough, maybe even before it’s written, when it’s still in the planning stages

“regular betaing” - this is what most people think of when they say beta - this is a general readthru where they’ll point out inconsistencies or anything that sticks out to them (good or bad). “this sentence is worded awkwardly,” “you said mary had a cup of coffee here but earlier in the scene she had tea,” “you used the same word four times in one paragraph.” you want to have the fic written by this point (though again if it’s a long one, it doesn’t necessarily have to be complete - more on this in a sec)

final typo check - you want to save the LAST typo check for after everything else is perfect and not going to be changed at all. my friend coralie is checking my fic for typos and i asked her not to read unedited scenes yet - because of course if edit them, and my edits have typos, and she’s already read those parts, i’d have typos in the checked bits, which would defeat the entire purpose

so it really depends on what you want your friend to most help with - if you want plot help, obviously you’d come in early, but if it’s just typo help, come in late. and of course how much help she’s up for giving you - reading what you write daily might be more time-intensive than just checking it one time and sending it back. 

as for whether or not it’s better to have “regular beta” stuff done on your writing as you write it or after it’s all finished, there’s pros and cons to both situations

reasons to edit as you go: a long fic divided into sections can seem more manageable, your pal gets to know your your project as it’s being written, you get someone to be excited with, you get immediate feedback on potential mistakes that might save you from having to do more editing later, editing as you go will DEFINITELY save you from a huge slog later, sometimes when you’re not up to writing it’s nice to have something to edit so at least you get to do a little work on it

reasons to edit after it’s finished: less time-intensive, when you can see the whole fic at once you’re less prone to forgetting what happened in the beginning, when you see it all at once you can also see the way things come together (or fail to come together), you're less likely to have to look over the same section multiple times, you get to polish it up before anyone else sees it (good if you’re shy), sometimes it’s nice to let things sit awhile before coming back to edit because breaks can help you see more clearly

and like i said, i usually wind up doing a mix of this. the important thing though is there’s really no wrong way to do it as long you and the person helping you are on the same page. just like everybody has a different writing process, everybody has a different editing process, yk? just try it whatever way seems most appealing and sensible to you, and eventually you’ll hit your groove. i hope that helps, sorry if it was a way longer answer than you were bargaining for lol

[illfoandillfie]

Hiya! never done this before so haha bare with me, I know you do tarot readings, and was wondering if I could request a reading??? If not totally fine! 😅😅 I've been in a strange headspace for a couple of weeks now and was wondering if the cards could tell me if there's anything I might need to know going forward??? Sorry if that's too broad I'm not really sure what to ask haha

hopefully this helps you out darl! 

tarot: the star, the hanged man, the tower, the sun, seven of swords, nine of wands, the high priestess, three of pentacles, knight of cups. 

First off, before I jump into what the cards mean, just a quick little caveat. While I may not be able to give you specifics about what the cards are referencing, you may be able to glean extra info from them based on your knowledge of yourself and whats been happening in your life lately. It my be that I interpret the meaning one way but you see a different pattern or implication that makes sense to you and I fully encourage you to bring your own understanding as well as what I can say about them, especially in regards to the oracle cards which are often kind of vague to allow for multiple interpretations. But, with that out of the way, let’s get into what the cards are saying!

You may feel out of sorts at the moment but the Star is a card of hope, positivity, renewal and healing, so things will start getting better/back to normal. The seven of swords is an interesting card to come up as the clarifier though. It relates to secrecy or sneakiness, cunning, lies and trickery, as well as resourcefulness and strategy. This may indicate that the strange headspace you’ve been experiencing relates to actions against you by someone - perhaps a betrayal of some kind or finding out someone lied to you - or possibly your own actions that you felt were uncharacteristic or abnormal. It may also relate to a secret being revealed, or anxiety that such a thing will happen. But there is the hope that things will work out either on their own or through confession/communication. 

Next we have the Hanged Man and nine of wands. The Hanged Man is a card of sacrifice and delay. It may be that there is a sacrifice that you need to make before you can go forward. A tough conversation that needs to happen, or just stopping for a minute to reconsider the direction you’re heading in and any changes that need to be made to your plan. The nine of wands is about resilience and grit and interestingly can also speak of delay. It may be that you’re waiting for something to happen and feel as if you can’t move forward until it does. But the nine of wands indicates that you can get through whatever this situation is. You’ve survived things in the past and you have the strength to do so again. Be brave and stand your ground. The Hanged Man may also indicate a need to change perspective. Perhaps you are looking at the situation from one angle but need to examine it from another before progress can be made. 

So much major arcana appearing in this reading! Two more here - The Tower and the High Priestess. The Tower is not necessarily a happy card. It symbolises destruction, disaster, chaos, upheaval, sudden change. The High Priestess on the other hand is about intuition, the unconscious, and your inner voice. This may indicate that you already know what this tower moment could be, even that you’re expecting it. Often The Tower is seen as ominous but the changes it references don’t have to be bad. Even positive changes can bring chaos and trouble with them. If you’re getting ready to make a big change that will influence multiple areas of your life, then that is probably what the tower is talking about. Even if you don’t yet know what it is, it’s likely that you will by the time it happens. Listen to your inner voice, your intuition, and let it guide you. 

And our final three cards. The Sun in the most positive card in the deck. This shows that, no matter what troubles you face, no matter what the Tower card is referencing, there is a brighter future on the other side. It will be for the best and you will make it through, even if you have to do a lot of clean up after the dust has settled. There is joy, success and celebration ahead of you. And it seems as if the best way to reach that point is with the help of others. The three of pentacles is a card of teamwork, collaboration and building. After the Tower falls, the rebuilding can start and the three of pentacles says it will be made easier by seeking out others and letting them help you. In particular it seems as if a Knight of Cups will come to your aid. The suit of cups is closely tied to emotions and the heart, so this knight may be a romantic connection for you but doesn’t have to be. But it is possible that this card is referring to a specific person. The knight of cups is someone who follows their heart rather than their head. They are idealistic and romantic and somewhat of a dreamer. It may also be that this knight will bring you a message or invitation, perhaps related to the 3 of pentacles it will be an invitation to work with a group. It may be that this work will be a passion project or will have significant emotional or creative value for you. However the knight present themselves to you, the sun is a sign that the connection will bring positive energy to you and whatever you’re working on.

Now onto the oracle cards. 

Firstly we have 2 cards from the Earth Power oracle: Glastonbury Tor (Magic flows through my life. I will heal. I have power and it is real. Spiritual power takes time to develop and I find the right teachers when I am ready.) and Tanah Lot (The places ‘in between’ are important for my growth. I can release myself from worry and suffering if I choose. I now let go of all that no longer serves me.)

Both these cards tie into the messages of the tarot. The Glastonbury Tor speaks of healing just like the Star card and Tanah Lot speaks of release like the Hanged Man. There is something you need to confront and let go of which will help you move forward and continue on your path. 

Next I pulled you 2 Ice Cream oracles: Charcoal Liquorice (innovation / invention / revolution) and Lemon (clean / detoxify / release). Yet another message of release!! 

Then we have 3 Prism Oracle cards: Balance, Happiness and Flow. The balance card calls you to examine the different areas of your life and see is anything is out of balance or requires more attention. Are you spending enough time on yourself or are outside sources demanding all your attention? Happiness ties into that Sun card! This is a promise of better days ahead as well as an encouragement to acknowledge and cherish the little things that make you happy each day. Often we get caught up in the negative and forget to focus on the positive so take some time out to think about what makes you happy! And Flow is about going with the flow, adapting to a situation or to change rather than fighting against it. It may be that something has been approaching for some time and you’ve been trying to avoid it. Now is the time to let it happen, get it over and done with, so you can move on. 

And finally, I also pulled 2 Sacred Self Care oracle cards for you and you got: Journal and Dream Journal. It seems like writing things down (or dictating your thoughts in a audio journal) may help you better understand what is happening around you! I’ll give you some info from the guide book for each of these as well.

Journal - Journaling is a profoundly intimate and powerful practice, one that provides a safe space for self-expression and channelling wisdom. It can help get your thoughts in order and process emotions. If you’re unsure where to start, try writing about what’s currently happening in your life or about whatever comes to mind. Don’t worry if it appears incoherent - it doesn’t need to be pretty. The process of writing free from expectation will allow you to exercise different parts of your brain. It will get you into a groove that will undoubtedly lead to more enlightening insights. Journaling can also help you keep track of your progress and see how far you are coming in various areas of your life. 

Dream Journal: Dream journaling is a powerful practice. Once you establish a flow with it, there are many insights to gather from your astral adventures. Commit to interacting with your dreams in a new way and looking for the wisdom and guidance they hold for you. Starting with a seven day commitment to just write down what you remember about your dreams as soon as you wake up, before you forget them, can get you in the right flow. Or record voice notes for yourself and later transcribe them if you wish. Try naming your dreams, like a book or a movie, to help organize reoccurring themes. Review what you have written or recorded to see what guidance presents itself.